Secondly, wtf? Is this how he (she?) imagines our thought process to go:

*adjusts top hat, stir tea*
"I say old boy, I can't seem to find a young filly to procreate with."
"Terrible, Ponsonby, terrible."
"Egads! I do declare that from this moment forth I detest that vile sex of women"
"Oh Ponsoby, what a spiffing idea. I think I'll join you."
"Righto, now that we hate women and are utterly desperate, do you fancy some hard core anal sex? Then we can have tea and crumpets, and watch Wimbledon."
"Sounds topping old man, now I've decided to hate women, I love the cock."